The Wondrous Chaos of Youth Sunday
Youth Sunday is always filled with high anticipation. When working with children and youth, one never knows exactly what is going to happen.
Youth Sunday is always filled with high anticipation. When working with children and youth, one never knows exactly what is going to happen.
I can’t emphasize enough how important these retreats are for children.
It was 7:00 in the morning and someone was knocking at my door.
A high school friend tells the story of the first time his father, an East Texas boy, visited his mother’s family in the Bronx.
“I knew that you are stubborn; your neck is iron and your forehead is bronze.” —Isaiah 48:4
And all day I have listened to partisan commentators insist that their own hateful and inflammatory rhetoric against the LGBTQIA+ community cannot be blamed for this incident, because the shooter is “one of their own.” Hypocrites! Viper’s brood!
Our love for God can only be manifested by our love for our neighbor.
I used to quote this passage to my students at the evangelical university where I taught for ten years. They always nodded in sage agreement, murmuring appreciatively—until I told them the verse wasn’t from the Bible. It’s an Islamic hadith, one of a large collection of wisdom sayings that complement and amplify the Qur’an.
I have been thinking about Jesus’ life on earth and trying to wrap my head around what his life might have been like.
It’s 9 pm on a Tuesday evening, and my 9 and 11 year old boys have just finished their second full day of Camp Mama.